A friend of mine struggles with live action movies and tv shows because she finds looking at actors much harder than looking at animated characters. I think i at least used to have that for a while and with most autism related things, i find it impossible to tell how much of that does not apply to me anymore solely because of masking. I also used to find it much more comfortable to imagine drawn characters than photorealistic ones (although i can generally imagine most things besides rotational geometries and spatial stuff in a way that is at least close to photorealism - this is about what comes to mind organically, not about what i can viualize).

supposedly it's harder for our brains to make up faces, if you do the blind spot thing and get someone's head in your blind spot the thing that auto-fills the blind spots fucks up and doesn't do a face

the difficulty could be the issue for some people but it sounds like there's more going on as well. acting is kind of like lying, maybe there's something with that.

I’m afraid I don’t really understand what you mean here. Are you saying having a picture of a human form in your mind makes you uncomfortable? Any bipedal humanoid shape or maybe the naked human body specifically? Or are you just made uncomfortable by the idea of a hairless vertical entity with jointed tentacles?

I dislike having a human form

I don't have an autism diagnosis but am pretty sure I am somewhere on the symptom having part of the spectrum (i.e. a literal lifetime of interactions where people make jokes or just say things that I have absolutely no idea how to respond to, things like that, which I've kind of had to figure out in an intellectual way (masking lol) where for others it seems effortless) so idk if that would skew my response for you

BUT personally I don't feel uncomfortable imagining "the human form" in general, like thinking of others' bodies or imagining a human shape. I am, however, increasingly deeply uncomfortable thinking about my own body. I think it's because I'm kind of an anxious, hyper vigilant person, and I know both a great deal and way too little about biology (perfect score on the SAT2 😎 it really prepared me for a life of drudgery) and how the body functions, so like, I'm left with visceral imaginations of things like arterial plaques just slowly building up and killing me (but without the degree of knowledge where it's like, yeah, i'm a doctor and I can fix or prevent this). I think about things like blood clots and embolisms and just how easy it is for something minute to go wrong in the wrong place and then, just... you're dead

So i just try not to think about my body

I also don't think I fully understand what you mean, but I have trouble with imagining/visualizing stuff on command. Like the test where you try to visualize a rotating apple in your mind to rate the level of detail you can imagine. Sometimes I can do it fairly easy, other times I can't for the life of me give it color or make it rotate correctly or even imagine it at all, but it isn't just being unable to do it when that happens, it's like my mind just rebels most of the time and imagines everything but the thing I want it to. Other ways that happens is when reading books where it is setting the scene so you can imagine it, but I have a lot of trouble doing it, I usually have an easier time when I'm really hooked, but most of the time it is still hard for me.

i don't think i have much of a visual mind at all really i am much more language focused in my thoughts unless it's like a memory or a flashback those can be a lot more vivid than something imaginary

this may not be the same, but I am uncomfortable watching still images or video of male faces and ugly faces. the feeling is more extreme in person.

it's a less intense form of the feeling of looking at creatures (incl. humans) with severe injuries that significantly distort the typical body shape of their species. in other words, disgust and/or uncanny valley.

I am autistic, bi-polar, and schizophrenic.

I think your question is really interesting because I tend to associate the human eyes with extreme emotions whether it's in my vivid imagination or if the person is right in front of me. Or myself. Sometimes, when I have conversations with people, I tend to focus on being intent with my listening because my mind wanders. When I feel like crying, I try to avoid looking at anything resembling eyes because I know I'll let it go when I do. People know when I'm serious because I look it with a real intensity. Or sometimes, people just apologize to me for every little interaction and it hurts because I'm just trying to look out for others. I don't always look so friendly and approachable.

I'll look in the mirror five minutes from now and love that my eyes sparkle, then right before bed see nothing inside. A forceful interaction with the only person who knows what's going on inside and out. I sometimes subconsciously began looking at myself at a different angle through a cabinet mirror because I'm never going to look at myself today, maybe tomorrow too, and most definitely not sure about next week. Selfies are a painful digital mirror; there's no glamor; it's tough to smile for the camera because it feels fake; I don't want the world to see my happiness unless I choose to; my happiness is my love for everyone and everything I care about. So why am I faking a smile and directing my eyes into someone that I'm never really looking at? The physical glass mirror is still fake, but it's only one degree of fake; it's still material. The camera is just as fake, too, but it has purpose; it's a natural progression of how we maintain our memories. And we've added them to our tool box. Still don't like looking into my eyes or having my picture taken.

Even though I spent time describing quite a few contrasts, my imagination does not give a fuck if my emotions are processed and categorized. Looking at myself in the mirror could be full of delusion that I'm looking good today even though I let my beard go crooked and uneven. I can smile at everyone during any given day and mean it, or never mean it.

My imagination forces so much more negativity, at times, than I wish for. It's so ugly. That's what really makes me cry.

I see a lot of this when I look in other people's eyes because that's what I find beautiful deep down in my heart. It's just life.

This was a good question!

my eyes are red